I miss Kyle.
I’m loving this trip and it’s so good to be around family, but Eva plum wore me out today and she didn’t even really do anything. It’s just exhausting to keep up with her toddlerness – especially when there’s so many exciting opportunities to get spoiled rotten around here. The kid changed her clothes five times today, ate almost no “real” food, and spent two hours crying and rolling around before she would take her nap. She also ran around during church service, trying to snag the bread off the communion table and experienced her first skinned knee when she was clomping too quickly down the sidewalk.
I love her, but she just. Never. Stops.
We’re also experiencing what the world would be like if Eva was the only entertainment and everything she did was magical. Because that’s how we roll around here.
She’s having a ball and it’s great that she can spend this time with everyone, but tonight she started to cry because I couldn’t get the pajama routine right. Kyle always does it and I guess you put the feet into the pajamas and kiss them and then put the hands in and kiss them. I put feet and hands into the pajamas and then tried to follow up with kisses, only to get angrily kicked in the face by a toddler who wanted her daddy. That’s when I realized why I was so tired. Eva isn’t any different on this trip than she usually is, but at home Kyle and I can tag out and take turns running after her. (Toss that onto the pile of reasons why Kyle and I aren’t getting divorced any time soon.) I think I’m going to have to dump her on my family a bit more tomorrow.
Or become Red Bull mama. Either way.